Damn man, transformed like sandman
Kick to the ribcage, living legend like Van Damme
Take a picture it'll prolly last till the sun dim
Or at least until them aliens land
I'm a variant abnormal, my family a mixed bag
Momma a Spanish teacher, my Papa a lit match
An Ecuadorian to the core and score in that goal fast
Always wanted big league, but never went and did that
Instead came to America to seek a different dream
And then 20 years later out popped me
The last of 3, 20 years up and flew past me
Nowadays can't stand to see the past me
Tryna be for others what I couldn't be for that kid
Some guidance woulda done me good but guess I'm fine without it
Living crash test dummy in the flesh, I'm astounded
He managed to make it this far
Need to switch the surroundings
Need to switch who's around him
Fill up crowds, you know the spiel
But I ain't signing no deal less it's so for real
No double 180, I can see when you tryna steal
All these young and hungry artists looking for a meal
We gon feast when the time's right
Right now seem nice
Smoking alpine then I'm in flight
View is just what I needed
I stay weeded through the weekend
Chiefing on a weekday
Grew to a stone blowing o's speeding down the freeway
This is a portrait of the artist as a young man
Stay true, keep your focus on the one plan
That gives fuel to the fire in your eyes and the lines in your mind
Prophesize they gon run scared
This is a portrait of the artist as a young man
Stay true, keep your focus on the one plan
That gives fuel to the fire in your eyes and the lines in your mind
Prophesize they gon understand
Prophesize they gon understand
Word to the wise I still don't
Took too long to gain sight
Scribbling blind so long
It took time tryna make right
Make up for what I done wrong
I know it seem easy to repaint
Harder to repent
What that mean these days?
Jon Estrada - Self Portrait Lyrics
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Damn man, transformed like sandman
Kick to the ribcage, living legend like Van Damme
Take a picture it'll prolly last till the sun dim
Or at least until them aliens land
I'm a variant abnormal, my family a mixed bag
Momma a Spanish teacher, my Papa a lit match
An Ecuadorian to the core and score in that goal fast
Always wanted big league, but never went and did that
Instead came to America to seek a different dream
And then 20 years later out popped me
The last of 3, 20 years up and flew past me
Nowadays can't stand to see the past me
Tryna be for others what I couldn't be for that kid
Some guidance woulda done me good but guess I'm fine without it
Living crash test dummy in the flesh, I'm astounded
He managed to make it this far
Need to switch the surroundings
Need to switch who's around him
Fill up crowds, you know the spiel
But I ain't signing no deal less it's so for real
No double 180, I can see when you tryna steal
All these young and hungry artists looking for a meal
We gon feast when the time's right
Right now seem nice
Smoking alpine then I'm in flight
View is just what I needed
I stay weeded through the weekend
Chiefing on a weekday
Grew to a stone blowing o's speeding down the freeway
This is a portrait of the artist as a young man
Stay true, keep your focus on the one plan
That gives fuel to the fire in your eyes and the lines in your mind
Prophesize they gon run scared
This is a portrait of the artist as a young man
Stay true, keep your focus on the one plan
That gives fuel to the fire in your eyes and the lines in your mind
Prophesize they gon understand
Prophesize they gon understand
Word to the wise I still don't
Took too long to gain sight
Scribbling blind so long
It took time tryna make right
Make up for what I done wrong
I know it seem easy to repaint
Harder to repent
What that mean these days?
Kick to the ribcage, living legend like Van Damme
Take a picture it'll prolly last till the sun dim
Or at least until them aliens land
I'm a variant abnormal, my family a mixed bag
Momma a Spanish teacher, my Papa a lit match
An Ecuadorian to the core and score in that goal fast
Always wanted big league, but never went and did that
Instead came to America to seek a different dream
And then 20 years later out popped me
The last of 3, 20 years up and flew past me
Nowadays can't stand to see the past me
Tryna be for others what I couldn't be for that kid
Some guidance woulda done me good but guess I'm fine without it
Living crash test dummy in the flesh, I'm astounded
He managed to make it this far
Need to switch the surroundings
Need to switch who's around him
Fill up crowds, you know the spiel
But I ain't signing no deal less it's so for real
No double 180, I can see when you tryna steal
All these young and hungry artists looking for a meal
We gon feast when the time's right
Right now seem nice
Smoking alpine then I'm in flight
View is just what I needed
I stay weeded through the weekend
Chiefing on a weekday
Grew to a stone blowing o's speeding down the freeway
This is a portrait of the artist as a young man
Stay true, keep your focus on the one plan
That gives fuel to the fire in your eyes and the lines in your mind
Prophesize they gon run scared
This is a portrait of the artist as a young man
Stay true, keep your focus on the one plan
That gives fuel to the fire in your eyes and the lines in your mind
Prophesize they gon understand
Prophesize they gon understand
Word to the wise I still don't
Took too long to gain sight
Scribbling blind so long
It took time tryna make right
Make up for what I done wrong
I know it seem easy to repaint
Harder to repent
What that mean these days?
Writer: Jonathan Estrada
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